The pains she felt for me, I didn't know,
Where I belong, where I came from; I know.
Tough and tender, she made things out of naught,
She taught me to laugh, cry and live in naught,
For she who gladly bores; many nurture.
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The woman who looked life in it fierce eye,
She knew all laughs and tears since time had fly.
Her silent prayers disturbs the calm moon,
And her hot sweat stream down beneath hot noon,
For she who gladly bores, many nurture.
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She's the rumbling wind b'hind ' wailing thunder,
Now I hear in her lips tear and laugher.
Her blood cries in me till I'll be no more-
She's the one I came for till she'll be no'more,
For she who gladly bores, many nurture.
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These are the pleasant women I came from,
These are the tears and laughs where clinging come.
These are the flapping wings on the valley,
These are the women I came from; for me;
For she who gladly bores, many nurture.
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"words from the innocent mind"
Philip Peace